"Squeak"

A harsh voice sounded in the corridor, Lin Mo walked out of the safe passage again, and slowly walked forward with a black paper lantern, all of Lin Mo's attention was concentrated.

He was wary of unknown dangers in the darkness, but he was also searching for a voice, a voice to guide him.

In the previous two floors, when Lin Mo walked into the corridor from the safe passage, there would be a sound that guided Lin Mo in one direction, first the sound of music and the sound of kicking footsteps, and then the sound of the basketball hitting the ground and the wall.

This is the case with the first two, so there must be no surprises here.

Waiting in the darkness, what is waiting is not light, but a battle that is not bloody, but always surrounded by layers of blood... One-man show.

"Tear Pull~"

Lin Mo didn't wait much time, and the sound of paper being torn suddenly sounded, as if something had been torn apart...

The sound was not very loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the silent darkness, and it didn't seem to be very far away.

Looking up, looking in the direction from which the voice came, as far as the eye could see, there was a deep darkness, and the power of the black shadow continued to spread forward, and then Lin Mo walked towards the direction from which the voice came.

After a while, Lin Mo stood in front of a door again, and the sound of the thing being torn apart came from behind the security door.

At this time, there is no need to worry about the sound of the paper tearing, why can it still pass through the long corridor and reach Lin Mo's ears under the obstruction of the security door, the house here, the role of the security door has been verified in the previous two floors.

Reaching out to open the door, Lin Mo did not use the power of the black shadow to cover the black paper lantern this time, and walked into the house with the black paper lantern.

"Tear Pull~"

"Tear Pull~"

Lin Mo walked into the room, and the sound of paper being torn apart came to Lin Mo's ears very clearly.

The black shadow power spread, not completely covering everything in this room, but only roughly drawing a large net, barely enveloping the house.

"Huh? It's really him. ”

The previous speculation turned into reality again, there was still only one person in this house, and this person was the man in a cheap suit and carrying a bag.

However, compared to the two floors above, this person's home is obviously more like a home, with all the things in the living room, the sofa, the coffee table, and a TV.

It's just that at this time, the entire garden community has been blacked out, there is no light, and the living room is dark.

Carrying the black paper lantern, Lin Mo walked into the living room.

On the sofa in the living room, the man in a cheap suit was sitting on the sofa at this time, and on the coffee table in front of him, a lot of things were piled up high and low.

Through the hazy light emitted by the black paper lantern, Lin Mo saw that the other party on the coffee table had contracts that he didn't know what to do, some flyers, and all kinds of manuals, and the man in a cheap suit was sitting on the sofa at this time.

From the coffee table, he picked up the leaflets, picked up the contract, picked up the manual, and tore the paper page by page, and the sound of "tearing" came from his hand.

The shredded paper kept drifting and falling to the ground like snowflakes, piling up a thick pile at the man's feet, like the autumn woods, the yellow leaves that fell one after another, and the ground that was stacked up before it completely rotted.

When I looked down, the bottom of the coffee table was full of scraps of paper.

"What's going on with this guy?"

Lin Mo carried the black paper lantern and shook it in front of the man's eyes, the dim light illuminated the other party's face, but the man in the cheap suit didn't seem to see the black paper lantern, still tearing the things on the table.

Tearing, crumpling, and then tearing apart little by little, the man's movements were not as violent as the two on the two floors above, but the fingertips trembled, and each time the fingers intertwined, the power shown in them was carried with a deep resentment.

This is an ordinary-looking man, and it seems a bit incomprehensive to describe it as ordinary-looking.

His skin is not very good, his face is full of uneven acne scars, there are deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, obvious bags under his eyes, and dark circles under his eyes, as if he has not had a good rest for a long time.

His hair was a little loose, he looked like he was no more than thirty years old, but the hairline was already hanging high, the collar around his neck had obvious signs of wear, and the skin on his hands was even rougher, and in many places it was mottled and broken.

This is a man who is not in a good situation, the kind of person who works hard and never gets the life he wants.

Heavy work and the pressure of life have made him look old at this age.

There was no ring on his finger, and there was no trace of wearing a ring, and in the corner of the coffee table, there was a water glass, lonely, in this mess of things, it looked particularly special.

Along the way, Lin Mo only saw a few pairs of men's shoes at the entrance of the door, he lived alone, he was just a person, a lonely guy.

The sound of the paper being shredded was still ringing, and the man's movements did not change in the slightest, and there was no change in rhythm because of Lin Mo's intrusion.

Lin Mo got closer, glanced at the content on the A4 paper, and the brochures next to him, he roughly guessed what this man's job was, it seemed to be a salesman, a sales who did not perform very well.

"In the first two floors, I have been seeing the end, so there will be changes, so if I wait like before, I guess there will be unexpected changes here."

Lin Mo secretly scolded himself, his eyes swept over the scattered pieces of paper on the ground, thinking of the black wave, thinking of the countless jumping basketballs, and looking at the pieces of paper that were torn into pieces, Lin Mo could probably guess what was about to change on this floor, in this room.

The man has been tearing the paper, and there is a lot of paper here, if it continues like this, it will become more of the piece of paper that was torn by the man, although at this time Lin Mo did not know what the piece of paper would change into, and what kind of power it would have, but Lin Mo knew that he could not continue to wait.

Injured on the previous floor, there were only a few choices in front of Lin Mo at this time, either to test it now, or to leave here now.

Wait until the end?

That couldn't be, unless Lin Mo dared to put all his confidence on the black paper lantern in his hand, or come up with some other means to protect himself.

If not, Lin Mo would still be the same as when he was on the upper two floors, then there would only be one end up, and he would be left here completely.

When the time comes, it may be trapped or it may be death.

If it is related to the condition of this garden community during the day, then there is only one possibility left, and that is death.

Being forgotten, no one remembers, and that's no different from death.

It doesn't take long to choose, this problem doesn't bother Lin Mo, everything is unclear here, the more hole cards you show, the more dangerous it is for Lin Mo, you don't know if your so-called friends are really friends, and you won't know how many enemies there are.

As for leaving?

Of course, Lin Mo wouldn't choose that and didn't do anything, wouldn't that be a trip for nothing?

Carrying the black paper lantern, Lin Mo sat next to the man, stretched out his arm, hugged the man's shoulder directly, and then said with a big grin:

"Hey, buddy, what are you doing? Is it fun to tear paper in the middle of the night? ”

"You have so much paper, why don't you sell scrap products, and you can exchange it for a few dollars?"

In the face of Lin Mo's question and the offensive action, the man did not react, still mechanically stretched out his hand, picked up a piece of paper on the table, and slowly pulled it.

"Tear Pull~"